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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.