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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.