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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.