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 Lebanon 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.