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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Ossler,
ABC,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.