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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
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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.