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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.