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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.