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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
MDC,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.