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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Houston and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.