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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 a mellotron and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.