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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.