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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.