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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.