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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.