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 Thailand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.