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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.