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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.