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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.