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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.