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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.