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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.