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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.