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 Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.