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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.