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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.