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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.