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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Machine 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.