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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.