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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.