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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.