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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.