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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.