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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.