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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Sparks,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
PIL,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.