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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.