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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Litter to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.