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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.