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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.