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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.