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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.