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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.