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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.