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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.