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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.