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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.