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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Crime,
UT,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.