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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.