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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Brick,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.