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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.