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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Sound 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.