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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a guitar 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.