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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.