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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.