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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.