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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.