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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.