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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Swans,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.