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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.