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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.