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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.