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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.