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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.