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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.