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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Cameo,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.