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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Nas,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
The Names,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.