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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
the Association,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.