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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.