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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oneida to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.