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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.