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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.