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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
ABC,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.