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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.