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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.