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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.