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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.