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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Sparks,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Index,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.