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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 World's Most 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
UT,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.