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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.