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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.