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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.