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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.