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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Cameo to the funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.