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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Niagra,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
the Swans,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.