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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.