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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Newcleus to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.