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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer 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 disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Mars,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.