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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.