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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.