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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.