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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.