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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.