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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.