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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.