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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.