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 Congo and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.