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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.