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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
John Holt,
UT,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.