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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.