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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.