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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Magma,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.