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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Unwound,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.