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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.