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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.