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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Swans,
The Move,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.