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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.