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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.