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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.