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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.