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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.