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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.