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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.