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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.