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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.