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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.