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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.