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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.