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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Nas,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.