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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Fear,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Monks,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.