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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Can,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.