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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.