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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.