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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.