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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.