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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.