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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.