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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.