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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
UT,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.