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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.