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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Sound,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
AZ,
Roxette,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.