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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.