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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Skriet,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Little Man,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.