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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.