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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.