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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.