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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.