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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.