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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.