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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
10cc,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.