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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.