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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The Music Machine to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.