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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.