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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.