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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 Chic 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 a theremin 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.