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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.