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 Bulgaria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.