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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.