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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.