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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.