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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.