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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.