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 Germany 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.