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 San Marino 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.