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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
MDC,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.