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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.