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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the funk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.