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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.