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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Seeds 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.