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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Gong,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.