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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.