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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.