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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Nas,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.