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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.