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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.