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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.