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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.