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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Can,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.