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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.