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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.