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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.