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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.