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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.