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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.