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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.