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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.