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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.