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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.