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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.