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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.