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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.