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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.