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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.