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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.