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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.