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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.