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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.