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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
UT,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.