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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.