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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Sparks,
ABC,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.