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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.