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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.