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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.