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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.