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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.