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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.