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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.