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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans to the funk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.