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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.