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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.