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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Shoche to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Index,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Lyres,
The Sound,
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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.