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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.