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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Yaz,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.