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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.