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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.