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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.