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 Vietnam 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.