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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.