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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.