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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Index,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.