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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.