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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.