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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.