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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
The Slits,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.