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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.