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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monochrome Set 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.