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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Sparks,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.