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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
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.