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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.