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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fear to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.