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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.