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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.