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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.