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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Supertramp,
X-101,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.