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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
the Association,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.