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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.