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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.