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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.