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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.