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 Japan and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.