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 Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.