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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.