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 Indonesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.