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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.