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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.