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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.