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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.