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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.