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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.