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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.