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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.