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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.