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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.