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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultravox 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.