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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
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.