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 France and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.