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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.