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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.