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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.