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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.