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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
The Index,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.