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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.