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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.