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 Dominica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Nas,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Monolake,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.