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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.