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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.