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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
The Human League,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.