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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.