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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.