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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.