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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Offenders to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.