Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.