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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.