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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.