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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.