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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.