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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.