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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.