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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.