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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Pole,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.