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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.