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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.