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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Patti Smith 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.