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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.