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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.