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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.