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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.