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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.