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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.