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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.