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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.