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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.