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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Liliput,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Mars,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Inner City,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.