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 Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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?
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Technova,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
CMW,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.