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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Swans,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.