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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
New Order,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.