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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
X-102,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.