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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Monks,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.