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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.