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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.