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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.