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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.