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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.