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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.