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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
The Victims,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Japan,
Whodini,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
CMW,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.