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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.