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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.