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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
X-101,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.