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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.