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 China and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.