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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.