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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Lyres,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.