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 Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Index,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.