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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
PIL,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.