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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.