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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.