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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.