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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
X-102,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.