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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 the Association to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.