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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
UT,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.