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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.