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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the rock 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.