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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.