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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.