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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.