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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Television,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.