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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.