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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
The Saints,
EPMD,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
The Martian,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.