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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Nico,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.