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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.