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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.