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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Cymande,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.