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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.