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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.