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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.