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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Fortunes 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.