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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Scion,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.