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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.