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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Monks,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.