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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.