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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Wire,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.