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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.