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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Names to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.