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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Neu!,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.