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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.