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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.