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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.