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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
UT,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.