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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.