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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.