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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.