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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.