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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.