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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.