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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.