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 Sri Lanka 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.