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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.