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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.