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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Mars,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.