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 Kuwait and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.