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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.