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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.