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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.