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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.