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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.