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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.