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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.