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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.