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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.