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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.