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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.