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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.