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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Faust,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.