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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.