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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.