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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.