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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.