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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.