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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.