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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.