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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.