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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.