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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.