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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.