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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.