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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.