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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.