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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.