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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brick to the grunge 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Crime,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.