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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.