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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
AZ,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.