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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.