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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.