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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.