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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.