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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Swans,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.