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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.