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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.