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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
John Cale,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.