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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.