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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.