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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
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.