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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.