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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.