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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.