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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.