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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.