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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.