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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.