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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Last Poets to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.