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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.