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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.