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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.