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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.