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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Audionom,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.