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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.