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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
PIL,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.