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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Martian,
CMW,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.