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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.