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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.