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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
MDC,
Crime,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.