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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.