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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Index,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.