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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Index,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Can,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.