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 Kosovo 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.