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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.