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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.