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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.