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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.