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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.