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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Index,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.