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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.