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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.