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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.