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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.