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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
UT,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.