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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.