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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.