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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Wire,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.