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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
DNA,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.