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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.