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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.