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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.