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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.