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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Nico,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.