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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brick to the funk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.