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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
cv313,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.