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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.