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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Motorama,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.