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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.