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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.