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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.