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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.