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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.