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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.