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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Fear,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.