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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.