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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.