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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.