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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.