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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.