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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.