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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
MC5,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.