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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
PIL,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.