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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Can,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.