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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Slave,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.