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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.