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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.