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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.