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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.