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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Bologna and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Wire,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.