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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.