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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.