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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.