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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.