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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.