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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.