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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.