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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.