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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.