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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Pylon,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.