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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.