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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.