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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.