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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.