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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.