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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.