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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.