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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.