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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.