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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.