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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.