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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
The Evens,
UT,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.