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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.