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 and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.