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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.