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 Georgia and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.