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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.