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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.