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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.