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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.