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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
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.