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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.