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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.