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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.