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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.