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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.