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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Franke,
Pole,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.