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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.