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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.