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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.