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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.