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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Visage,
The Saints,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.