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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.