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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.