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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.