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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.