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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Brick,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.