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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.