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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Wire,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.