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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Nico,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.