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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.