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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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?
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.